Jimi Priceless - In The Air [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Floatin’ in the sky, giving angels high fives
Doing this since pterodactyls used to fly by
None of these T-Rexes can reach me
Being the best I can, so I gotta be me
Nobody compares, so they tryna impeach me
This real shit, I bet Ripley would believe me
On a higher level, your pineal can’t see me
Tryna get where the grass is greener than the weed be
Where all the fixtures chrome in the office
And rolling with fire foxes in the phantom of the opera
Where our enemies backstroke with the lobsters
And bring out redundance in every copper
My style ain’t plain, I hit the beat with a chopper
Me, myself and I, nobody can stop us
Gotta be careful when chasing a dream
Cause the last time it was real, you had to be asleep

[Hook]
If you drinkin’, put your drink up in the air
If you smokin’, put your smoke up in the air
If you feel this, put your hands up in the air
If you feel this, put your hands up in the air
Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the air
Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the air
When I’m gone, you can find me in the air
When I’m gone, you can find me in the air

[Verse 2]
Not stylish, but damn I be fly
A lotta good girls, somebody bring them some Spanish flies
So now let’s get the party started
Bring some more pink so they can light up the garden
I just kick back, there drugs ain’t what I’m on to
Got them on their knees, I guess they must be martyrs
But I ain’t their religion but I might be their addiction
And they need to get their fix in, so I gotta fix ‘em
Tryna get my fix from 2 broke girls
And if we got chemistry, I’ll make their toes curl
And flip ‘em upside down, spinning like a tilt a whirl
But get it straight, I’m ahead of the curve
So let me go on to this quatrain
Keepin’ it 500 like I’m rolling in a Mustang
I produced this beat, so it must bang
Bitches uptight but I’ma let my nuts hang

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So now everybody getting lifted
Yeah I’m in the present, and I’m so gifted
Kill Santa Claus, I wanna make everyday Christmas
Cause I got all the naughty girls on my wish list
Burning up Christmas trees and mistletoe
Call these hoes Rudolph, noses red from the snow
So when it rains, dear, you don’t need an umbrella
Cause I could take you where the space is interstellar
In the air, on the edge of space
These are the days of our lives, the end of days
Everybody too high to even notice it
We don’t save the trees, everybody rollin’ it
Getting high but I won’t ever judge ‘em
Cause nobody’s direction is perfect on their moral compass
So I’m going in the air
When it’s all over, I hope I see you there

[Hook]